Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Diavolo was furious.

No matter who it is, they will definitely not be in a good mood when they suddenly hear a fortune teller yelling that they will certainly suffer a bloody disaster within three days.

What Diavolo was really angry about was that although he didn't want to admit it, he actually believed some of Scribe's nonsense about destiny.

Because he has always been a person who believes in fate.

More than ten years ago, when Diavolo was just an ordinary serial murderer, he met a fortune teller named Granny Enya in Egypt and got a prediction and a paragraph from her. Prophecy:

You will become an emperor hidden in the darkness.

Light and darkness, appearance and interior, as long as this secret exists for one day, the death of others will continue to bring you happiness and your glory will never fade.

This prediction apparently came true.

Diavolo has also been carefully hiding his true identity, following the trajectory carved by fate, and enjoying the glory that will never fade in the darkness.

But now.

According to this mysterious substitute messenger, he seems to have become an outcast of fate.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Diavolo roared in a low voice:

I don't believe it. You must be talking nonsense and trying to interfere with my mind!

Does this make sense?

Scribe sighed softly: We are all just slaves of fate.

Whether you resist or don't believe it, it's useless.

Instead of lying to yourself, accept your fate calmly, touch the rolling stone and let it bring you a painless death.

Although Scolibi was now forced to turn his back to him, Diavolo could still picture his eyes——

It must be a look at a dying person, one that contains a sickening pity.

Asshole!

How could my fate, Diavolo, be determined by a small stone?

He gritted his teeth tightly and actually ordered the Crimson King to lift Scoliby up and throw him to the ground as if he was venting his hatred.

Finally, Diavolo stepped on Scribe's neck:

Is it the Stone of Destiny?

Then let me ask. Since you believe so much in the prophecy of this stone, does this stone tell you anything?

Are you going to die today?!

Of course. Scoliby snorted softly.

Even though his neck was being trampled violently and his cheeks were rubbing and bleeding on the ground, he still acted so calm, as calm as a dead man who had no breath.

Scoliby didn't even struggle, he just said calmly:

About eight o'clock this morning, the rolling stone suddenly changed. It carved the shape of my death!

“Not only do I know I’m going to die, I also know how I’m going to die—”

I would have been shot through the heart and bled to death.

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Diavolo didn't know what to say when he met this guy who, regardless of whether he was afraid of death or not, still regarded himself as a dead person.

And Scolibee continued:

“I knew I was destined to die, but I still found a way to refuse euthanasia from the Rolling Stones.

Because at that time, in addition to carving my death image, the rolling stone also had a sense of the fate of another person, that is, you.

I think.

There must be something that connects my fate with yours.

So I didn't die immediately, but followed the location of the Rolling Stone to find you, the man who was sentenced to death by fate together with me.

However, I never thought that our 'connection' would be like this.

He smiled bitterly, but muttered to himself in a dignified way:

If I hadn't come to you, I might not have died.

But with my character, I will definitely come to you.

Haha. Fate, this is fate!

Enough. Enough!

Diavolo couldn't listen anymore.

The shackles called ‘destiny’ made him faintly suffocated:

I do not believe.

Can't the so-called fate be changed?!

That's right. Hahaha.

He suddenly laughed very viciously:

Scolibie, didn't you say that the fate shown in Rolling Stone is absolutely correct?

The way it predicts death is that you are shot through the heart by a bullet, right?

Hahaha

Diavolo knelt down and strangled Scoliby's neck with his hands:

Destiny tells you to die at gunpoint, but it's suffocation, bludgeoning, chest penetration, skull crushing, vein cutting, and skin peeling off.

I can think of a hundred ways to kill you!

come.

Call out your Rolling Stone and let it predict again and see which method I will use!

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Scoliby endured the huge force coming from his neck and struggled to hold back a sentence:

Don't bother.

No matter how you take action, I will die at the point of a gun just like the fate shown in Rolling Stone.

wrong answer.

Diavolo smiled coldly:

It seems that your Rolling Stone is not as effective as you said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was ready to increase the strength of his hands and strangle the Scolibee alive.

But, at this moment.

stop!

Do not move!

At the intersection of the alley, two shouts suddenly rang out.

They were two young policemen armed with live ammunition.

They received a report urgently and came here specifically to investigate the taxi driver's murder.

From their perspective, Diavolo was holding an innocent citizen tightly under his body, and was squeezing the other person's neck with murderous strength.

Stop it!

Two young policemen held guns in their hands and pointed nervously at Diavolo from behind:

The guy with pink hair.

Get off that man!

Police? Damn it. Diavolo didn't look back: Is it because I just yelled twice out of control that you were attracted here?

Hello!

The two young policemen behind him continued to yell:

If you don't stop, we will shoot!

etc.

One of the policemen suddenly discovered something:

This guy with pink hair. Is this guy the madman who just killed the taxi driver and escaped?!

S-shoot!

After realizing that he was facing a perverted murderer, the young policeman immediately pulled the trigger out of control.

In the smoke, bullets came out of the gun.

The gunshot, which sounded like exploding beans, also touched the nerves of his colleague, causing another policeman to shoot subconsciously.

Bang bang!

The two bullets hit Diavolo's back from a short distance of three or four meters.

Damn it!

Diavolo did not expect that the two rookie policemen would shoot so recklessly.

As the boss who protects the bosses of these police bosses, he really wants to fire these two rookies who seriously violated discipline with just one phone call.

But now the bullet was about to hit his back, and Diavolo didn't have time to think too much:

The Crimson King!

He had no other choice but to instinctively activate the time cut.

Diavolo's body instantly turned into a void existence independent of the timeline, and the bullet passed through his body without any success.

Then, while the time-cutting state was not over yet and everyone was acting unconsciously, he walked calmly deeper into the darker alley.

Eventually, the cutting process ends.

Diavolo had completely disappeared from the sight of the two policemen.

well?

Where are people, people?!

The expressions of the two young policemen changed drastically at the same time: How...how could it be?

The pink-haired man is gone!

Then where did all our bullets go?

The answer is self-evident:

All the bullets they fired passed through Diablo's body and bombarded Scolibi, who was originally pressed under him.

Scully's heart was pierced by a bullet from behind, and blood gushed out like a spring. He could not survive before his eyes.

hehe.

How can such a mortal weapon hurt me? I would like to thank you for helping to solve this problem.

Diavolo in the distance instinctively felt a little proud, and then

etc?!

Diavolo suddenly stopped walking away and turned back with difficulty:

He He.

He was still killed by a bullet?!

In the pool of blood, Scoliby used his last strength to raise his head with difficulty.

His eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, clearly read:

See, this is destiny.